A great man, a great soul was he,
To make India free was his destiny,
He led us true, with fire in his heart,
Yet he condemned violence, from the start.
Disobey, don’t kill, was what he told,
And some people followed, his words like gold,
His hope came true, India did become free,
Yet our father, we lost, through violence only.
He did not want India, to be split into two,
Yet for peace, partition he agreed to do,
He fought for truth, by which he stood,
Truth is God, he said when he could.
A simple man, with simple tastes was he,
He was shot to death, soon after his child became free,
Spiritual but not religious, he was for unity,
He still commands respect, but his words now a plea.
In today’s world, of wars and death,
Where we can smell bloodshed, in our every breath,
His words seem lost; his cause seems to fail,
In the sounds of guns, seems lost a widow’s wail.
Ahimsa is now just a word, no meaning can I see,
With violence that destroys, a child’s memories,
No unity, no support, for the great man’s voice,
Now gloom is writ everywhere, not much to rejoice.
Let us stand together, and pray for his soul,
Pray for ahimsa, for joy and for peace,
For a better world in the future, let us stand hand in hand,
Let him smile always, when this gesture he does see.
Wishing the great Mahatma a happy birthday, and a happy International Day of Non-Violence to all of you…
picture courtesy Johan Nordström of DeviantArt